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cadon corbeau
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<a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cadon/set?id=212861271" rel="external nofollow">attire</a> | <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYJ3aasdMw8" rel="external nofollow">mood</a> | tags: sven
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A pale face and murky blue eyes were covered by Cadon's black hat. His ear buds fit snuggly in his ears, music so loud it prevented him from truly falling asleep. for the last however miles, he'd allowed himself to rest his eyes after a long night of work. although, the bumps in the road and the loud roar of the bus's engine kept him awake so he decided he might as well listen to music.
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cadon knew he fucked up and while a part of him cared, the other part laughed. it was inevitable he'd be sent to another camp. why wouldn't he? For the last couple years, he's spent countless days and hours at correctional camps and facilities. The outcome was always the same. Cadon would get kicked out for sleeping with an employee or something else that involved hush money. he lost count of how much money his mother's given away in order to protect her supposedly "pure" name.
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a final bump and a kick to his shin brought Cadon up. his hat fell onto his lap and he squinted his eyes as they adjusted to the sudden burst of light, acknowledging a familiar face peering down at him. "Well, hello hello my dear cousin. thank you for waking me up. the best as always." Cadon sang as he began gathering his things. A secret grin formed on his lips when he heard his younger cousin sneer an australian slang word before passing.
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after letting someone walk passed him first, cadon made his way towards the exit of the bus. solid ground felt nice and he blessed the nonexistent gods for making it a thing. once he was completely orientated, cadon took a few minutes to get a good look at everyone. he didn't do that earlier and felt it was necessary to get some kind of impression of everyone before indulging himself. his eyes finally rested on the older woman before them al. she introduced herself as Juliette, to which cadon smiled. her brown hair was nicely kempt and her shirt and jeans fit well with her body. it was a simple but appealing, two things the 19 year old adored.
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"Shouldn't be too bad, right cuz?" Cadon teased as he nudged the guy before grabbing his things and heading inside.
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cadon corbeau
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<a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cadon/set?id=212861271" rel="external nofollow">attire</a> | <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYJ3aasdMw8" rel="external nofollow">mood</a> | tags: sven
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A pale face and murky blue eyes were covered by Cadon's black hat. His ear buds fit snuggly in his ears, music so loud it prevented him from truly falling asleep. for the last however miles, he'd allowed himself to rest his eyes after a long night of work. although, the bumps in the road and the loud roar of the bus's engine kept him awake so he decided he might as well listen to music.
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cadon knew he fucked up and while a part of him cared, the other part laughed. it was inevitable he'd be sent to another camp. why wouldn't he? For the last couple years, he's spent countless days and hours at correctional camps and facilities. The outcome was always the same. Cadon would get kicked out for sleeping with an employee or something else that involved hush money. he lost count of how much money his mother's given away in order to protect her supposedly "pure" name.
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a final bump and a kick to his shin brought Cadon up. his hat fell onto his lap and he squinted his eyes as they adjusted to the sudden burst of light, acknowledging a familiar face peering down at him. "Well, hello hello my dear cousin. thank you for waking me up. the best as always." Cadon sang as he began gathering his things. A secret grin formed on his lips when he heard his younger cousin sneer an australian slang word before passing.
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after letting someone walk passed him first, cadon made his way towards the exit of the bus. solid ground felt nice and he blessed the nonexistent gods for making it a thing. once he was completely orientated, cadon took a few minutes to get a good look at everyone. he didn't do that earlier and felt it was necessary to get some kind of impression of everyone before indulging himself. his eyes finally rested on the older woman before them al. she introduced herself as Juliette, to which cadon smiled. her brown hair was nicely kempt and her shirt and jeans fit well with her body. it was a simple but appealing, two things the 19 year old adored.
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"Shouldn't be too bad, right cuz?" Cadon teased as he nudged the guy before grabbing his things and heading inside.
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Knowing Kieran he'll end up liking him at some point. XDD
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